A lot people I know write Harry Potter off as silly, as nothing more than a kids’ series about magic tricks and spell books. That nothing special can come from something written for children and that it is a joke, barely worth mentioning. That it isn’t literature. It’s a passing phase.
It’s so much more than that. Harry, the boy who lived, taught us all how to be good people (who can mess up and misjudge people but still be a good person) and that anyone is capable of good or bad, but it is our choices that decide who we are and nothing else.
Harry is our friend.
Harry taught me that everyone is special and important, that everyone has something to offer and that sometimes, we all just need to grow up a little.
Harry taught me how to be brave, how to be smart and how to be me. His friends taught that it takes time to grow into a hero and that everyone, no matter how awesome, has awkward times during puberty. And, in the end of it all, being beautiful is not better than being smart. Being smart and being you is what makes you beautiful and special — just like Hermione. Like JKR said, we should all strive to be Hermiones, not Pansys.
Harry taught us so much and he (and his friends) made us who we are today. Sometimes we know it was Harry and other times we don’t. He’s our friend, he grew up with us and no other generation will have that experience. We are so lucky, Harry. We’re so lucky to have grown up with you and suffered through our awkward, scary years with you, being brave right next to you and crying when you cried.
To Harry, the boy who taught us everything: thank you and happy birthday. We love you.
Twenty years ago today, Harry Potter was lying on the floor of an old lighthouse, counting down the minutes to his eleventh birthday, when the magic began. Today, millions of his fans worldwide are eagerly counting down the minutes to midnight, when the magic will begin again. For all of us.